My son has grown so much. 
Where did the time go?

When I first moved here, 
I had the luxury of having my own room. 
A little bit lonely, but it was good. 

Then, my son needed a room. 
So we shared a room together. 
We shared our lives together. 

Then, he reached the age that he needed his own room.
So I moved out. 
The living room is my study room now. 

I rejoice that he is growing up into a fine young man. 
I miss the time when I helped with his homework. 

Someday his room will be an empty nest. 
He will be out there on his own.
Perhaps I will move into the room again. 

I was, is, and will be standing
where joy and grief meet.